The feeling of being inside her is ecstasy personified.

Her tightness is a sieve, sucking me in with unbelievable force.

She craves me as much as I do her.

The bed creaks beneath us as I thrust my twelve-inch cock into her pussy over and over again. Her walls clench around me, spasms rocking her core as I drive her to orgasm after orgasm.

It’s not even about my release at this point; it’s about dominating her. It’s about letting her know she’s mine and only mine.

It’s about this uncontrollable feeling that wells up from the depths of my black heart every time I’m near her.

Only she could drive me this fucking mad, but I won’t let her see that. I can’t let her see what a fucking slave I am to her very existence.

Without her, there is no me. I’d simply cease to exist.

The sex is full of hunger, greed, and lust. Each time I drive into her, I’m doing it like it’s the last time that I ever will.

It very well may be, so I might as well enjoy it to the fucking max.

The duel is coming up, and I know it’s a weight on both of our minds.

But right here, right now? The only thing I can think of is this blonde goddess lying beneath me, writhing in passion as I fuck her.

Isobel’s looking up at me with such fire and zest in her eyes. It’s so fucking sexy, and it’s making my cock harder, if that’s even possible.

My hand still binds her wrists above her head, pushing them deeper into the pillow as I lean down. I capture her lips with mine in biting kisses before plunging my tongue into her mouth to meet hers.

My other hand has found her tit, groping and pinching, matching the intensity of my movements.

“Trist—” she moans against my lips, but I cut her off.

“No talking” My voice is raspy, thick with need. “Christ, you’re fucking amazing.”

I’m driving ever closer to my release, the desire to cover her in my cum overtaking me.

“Isobel…” I groan against her neck, leaning down to suck hard at her nape.

I stop moving and slowly pull out. She immediately protests.

“Why are you—”

“Get on top,” I lie back on the bed, grabbing her arms and pulling her over so she’s straddling my hips.

I rub my cock back and forth against her wetness before thrusting it in hard and deep.

“Ah!” she cries out, gasping as I slam against her.

Then she smiles, and I’m about to fucking come undone.

This time, there’s no hesitation on her part. She knows what she’s doing, she feels as though she’s in control.

How very fucking wrong she is. It’s an illusion, one that I let last just a second before I grab her hips and fill her up.

She tries to rock, but I hold her firmly in place.

“Uh-uh.” I look up at her with a roguish smile.

The vision above me is one of sheer fucking perfection. With her perfect curves, bouncy tits, and long, cascading nearly white hair, she’s reminiscent of Amorsa. Like Amorsa, Isobel draws men to her with her irresistibility. It’s quite fitting, considering she was decked out in diamonds the first time I met her, much like the Greek goddess she resembles.

Defiance flashes in her blue eyes, a shade deeper with lust. From seemingly nowhere, she pulls out her dagger.

Crafty girl.

I smirk at her.

What does my princess have up her sleeve?

“You want to die for me, right?” Her voice is but a whisper, but there’s a look of challenge in her eyes. “Do it now then.”

She presses the tip of the dagger ever so lightly against my chest and drags it down my torso.

She’s got guts, though I can tell it’s desperation driving her right now.

“Let’s do it together, Tristan. Because if there’s a world without you, I don’t want to be in it. I’d rather go out together than lose you.” Her eyes shift between mine, and I can see the slightest glimmer of tears forming at the corners.

So that’s how she wants to play this. I’ll do her one better.

I grab the dagger from her hand and run it down the tip of my chest, pressing enough to create a shallow cut. Just enough to spill some blood.

The pain is negligible. I don’t even feel it, really. Fuck, I was just shot the other day; this is child’s play compared to the shit I’ve seen and felt in my life.

Her eyes widen at the sliver of blood that runs out of the cut.

“Is this what you want? You want to see blood? You want to be in control of our lives?”

“…N-no.”

“Then don’t ever do this again. Don’t challenge me unless you’re prepared to follow through,” I lift her off me and toss her back on the bed. “Your life isn’t a joke. Not to me, Isobel.”

From the nightstand, I grab my gold handcuffs. I flip her onto her stomach and restrain her, biding her wrists to the headboard.

My crimson tie catches my eye. It’s lying on the floor, having been discarded in the heat of the moment. I quickly make use of it, tying it around Isobel’s eyes.

“Your life is mine,” I growl into her ear, before nipping at her lobe.

My cock twitches as she gasps, and I answer its call. Slipping my hands under her, I hoist her waist up, elevating her ass.

Thwack! I smack her perfectly round ass.

“That’s for being sassy with me.”

Thwack! I smack it again, seeing the red imprint bloom against her creamy white skin.

“That is for pulling your dagger on me.”

The third smack is the hardest yet, and I immediately plunge into her and groan loudly as the pleasure washes over me yet again.

It’s not enough. It’s never enough.

I’ve got one hand on her shoulder, the other wrapped around her pelvis, stroking her clit. I alternate my movements. I don’t want to come yet.

I can feel the tingles and twitches of my orgasm bearing down on me, but it’s not time.

Not yet.

My hand moves from Isobel’s shoulder to the base of her neck where I grab and fist her hair, tangling it between my fingers.

“You feel so fucking good. I want to fill you up.” I tug her hair hard enough to pull her head back.

I press my forehead against the back of her head, pulling her hair even tighter.

“Tristan!” she screams my name, and I swear it’s the most beautiful sound I could ever fucking hear in my life.

The more she screams, the harder I thrust. The sound of me slamming into her echoes throughout the room, enhancing my desire.

Fuck.

I can’t hold back anymore. I pull out, stroking myself quickly as streams of cum spray out all over her ass and back.

“Unnnghh…” I groan and shudder, throwing my head back as I’m overtaken with the best pleasure I’ve ever felt in my entire fucking life.

I collapse next to her, cum still dripping out of my twitching cock as it pulses.

She’s still blindfolded and cuffed to the headboard, and her body heaves as she pants.

“I love you,” I whisper against her skin, kissing her shoulder.

She makes it all worth it.

Every minute.

Even if it may be our last together.